The Divorce That Brought Us Back novel Chapter 122

Nora and Jasmine flanked Cassidy, supporting her all the way to the recovery lounge.

"I have food in my bag," Cassidy murmured.

Nora opened Cassidy's designer bag and pulled out a heart-shaped meal prep container.

Jasmine leaned in, staring in amazement at the elaborate and beautifully arranged food inside. "You cooked this yourself?"

"Are you kidding?" A tiny, delicate fork was conveniently tucked inside the container. Cassidy popped a piece of apple—sliced perfectly into the shape of a star—into her mouth, followed by two cubed hard-boiled eggs. "My fitness coach prepped it for me."

"Who?!" Nora and Jasmine blurted out in perfect unison.

"My fitness coach."

"Your fitness coach cooks for you now?"

"He said he'd handle my meals."

"Does he know you're married?"

"What are you two thinking!" Cassidy glared at them. "My mother-in-law hired him. She said my stamina was terrible and that I needed to focus on staying active during the pregnancy."

"Oh..."

They barely managed a few minutes of small talk before Cassidy's phone buzzed in her pocket.

Assuming it was a work call, she quickly dropped the little fork and fished the phone out.

The caller ID read: Parker Quincy.

To answer or not to answer? Cassidy was instantly annoyed by the dilemma.

In the end, she pressed accept.

"Cassidy Quinn." Parker skipped the pleasantries, biting out her full name. "Did you move out of the house?"

Cassidy frowned. "What?"

Parker snapped, "When did you move out? Who gave you permission to leave?!"

Before he could finish his sentence, Cassidy hung up the phone.

Whatever fleeting shred of guilt Parker had managed to muster was instantly incinerated by white-hot rage.

Ever since she got promoted to Director, Cassidy had been treating him with less and less respect.

So what if she was a Director? This was The Quincy Corporation. The entire company was his future inheritance. Cassidy was just one of his employees.

What was so great about her?

Despite his internal rant, an uncomfortable, suffocating sensation swelled in Parker's chest.

He stood in the middle of the living room, his knuckles turning white around his disconnected phone.

The house hadn't been lived in for over a month. A stale scent lingered in the air, and a thin layer of dust coated the floors, leaving clear footprints with every step he took.

The layout hadn't changed; everything looked just as familiar. But Cassidy's side of the closet had been practically emptied out, leaving behind only a handful of casual tops.

Cassidy rotated her casual tops every year. It was late autumn now, which meant she had simply left this year's cast-offs behind as garbage.